Sunday walk

Really nothing too strenuous. My Garmin watch wasn’t even sure I had been out and about. But 4.5km along the front of Table Mountain was a lovely way to start the day today.

It still always amazes me that we popped out for a wander along somewhere just up the road that millions of people travel thousands of miles to visit. Quite a few of them were there as well, blindly walking across the road at the Cableway Station, and foolishly tackling India Venster.

The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold (all you need is a light jacket) (IYKYK), with the sun occasionally revealing itself from behind the dramatic orthographic clouds swirling around Devils Peak:

And the odd glimpse down into the City Bowl:

We finished so soon that we were only able to do a morning coffee, rather than a morning beer (the irritating licensing laws having comprehensively failed to force us into church anyway) and we were home before lunchtime and ready to enjoy the rest of our day.

Nap, football and braai being the order of events.

Obviously.

Tattoo

Not the inky mess on your skin, nor the 2002 hit-making pseudo-lesbian singing duo from Russia, but The Cape Town Military Tattoo, which is happening this week at the Castle (not technically a castle) of Good Hope in the city centre.

There will be instrumental numbers, dances, silent drills, gun-runs and more. There will also be guns and cannons firing, which is only going to serve to annoy the anti-Guy Fawkes brigade yet further. And there’s Diwali this week as well. Blimey.
Wait til they hear about Vishnu and Shiva’s plans to hold a thunderstorm at some point. Pets be going mad, yo.

But if previous experience has any lessons for us, they are that it will surely cause confusion and dismay. Previously, we’ve had rumours of invasion (really? who would bother, honestly?), terrorist acts and petrochemical disasters. No. Just some army people having some fun with guns.
So yes, expect noise in the Cape Town CBD twixt 8 and 10pm Wednesday to Saturday and feel free to point people this way if they are confused, frightened, bewildered or just terminally stupid.

I’m not going along, but you still can, with this handy link ticketing maestros Computicket, who are selling them off at R125 to R250 per person.